House of dreams

 In the house of dreams, the tissue of humanity desintegrated. 

We got lost in the change of time. Humankind always weaved storylines. But now, the resignation commenced. 

Fairytales come out of their hiding places as they see investments evaporate. The stakes are too high. Speech struggles to survive due to a malfunction in its right to be free. There are just too many variables. The science doesn't work, the ends are not met and therefore the establishment of men washes itself in the river after sundown and cleares itself from the shame and guilt that represents the neglection: Fairytales come out of hiding and protest against the strains that stress made.

 The focus was to establish humanity, to create a world of possibilities and strive for maintenance; if something was broken we would fix it. We would endure the process of rebuilding and teach our children that everything was possible and slowly and surely we integrated pride into ourselves. We became self aware. 

We began to focus on our bodies and instigate rules to preserve the honed liberties. If there was a confusion, even the slightest ripple would be examined. We began to represent our own dreams and know how to defend them when all seems lost. It is an exploration. One that aligns love to sit comfortably in all the aspects of movement. 

 We feel that the history of darkness finally has a chance to penetrate the break of day and heal itself in the combination of sun and rain. But there is still something missing: The urgency to integrate the aristocracy of our love with the plain reality of our minds ; to focus on the Devine harmony of memory has met complacent behavior. The surface of our mundane life has become our main distraction and it has made us puppets of our own personal desires. 

 There is abundance, there is choice, there is possibility and there is reason that allows us to define who we are. So why should we shake the surface and loose all what we invested in; the so called urge to maintain our identity and all of its trivial safety. 

 It is the mind who wants to control everything, it wants to hold on to the veil of righteousness. identities clash and it is not our task to question why we are spending time together because those questions can bring downfall to the transaction of what we have; we are on the verge of discovering something more personal. The greatest sign of bravery is when we rip the tissue from the storyline and become the storyteller. 

 When the mind melts with the heart and a symbiosis takes place. 

 Should we not choose a world where every aspect of human design lingers before it speaks and creates harmony with the visual mastery that knows just in which flow the flowers will grow. A world where we break consumption, replace it with fairytales where love appears and the council of every city dances every night on the street. 

Where climbing a ladder has the same value as holding on to your dearest wife. 

Where, what you want is reflected in what other people don't want. Humanity had no right to distinguish love from love, to seperate mindsets and instigate confusion, racial difference, borders and pride. It had no right to not connect because the world is one big organism from which we are the fragments; 

when we let go of all difference we maybe can feel the alikeness, the strange unity of our different desires, that resembles one heart that beats under the surface of our scattered identities. As if there is only one personality who has only one priority: to break away from the mind and become one heartbeat again. 

 Our own dreams fell apart on the hinges of our make belief world. Everything collapsed and we found ourselves wondering why. 

 Everything has its price, and if you use the magic of love without paying, than reality can find a clever way to indulge us, to punish us for our inflated sense of selfworth.
This life is all about penetrating the surface and indulge in the richness, bountfullness, the ever wholesome, the ever present source of courage and festivity within you without inflicting shame, grief or spacious need to the people around you, in the soil where we plant feet. For the ground is too precious,the sky too beautiful to drag our hearts through misery.  And we reach, slightly towards prosperity as we find a goal that serves us whole.

As I guard my own values, i will find confidence in the realities that see me move through them.